Just finished scanning an article on how to get by on one income.
1.) Plan, plan, plan.
Check.
2.) Sell house and move to cheaper area.
Check.
3.) Reduce insurance costs by increasing deductables, and changing policies.
Check, and check.
4.) Wait for close relative to die so you can inherit and thus pay off all your debt.
Check.
Wait, what?
Today on my lunchbreak, just to get a little walking in, I went to one of the outlet stores near here. I wandered around the Junior section to look at things I’ll never be able, or want, to wear again. In an end cap display there was a pair of bright pink sweatpants with an image of Tinkerbell in a “naughty” pose, and the words “Never stop flirting!” emblazoned across the front.
I thought it said “Never stop farting!”.
Ohh, yup, I’m tired today.
Ok.
As you all know, I am going through not the greatest time. I know that I am just generally less tolerant lately.
However.
I know that having severe allergies, immune deficiency or sensitivity is an awful thing. I know that it can take your enjoyment of life away, I know it makes simple things difficult. I can be empathetic.
However.
To walk into a medical office and immediately start shrieking about how it smells, and the mold content, and my soap smell, and your allergies and sensitivity, whilst you smell like a college bar at closing time, are slathering on commercial hand cream and have a car so nasty it looks like a moving manure pile, is completely repugnant behavior on your part. It generates hostility on my part, and does nothing to further the cause of your highly suspect illness.
So, I’ll say in my blog what I can’t say to your repulsive face.
PISS OFF!